Trouble

Tangled, and tightly wound around my core,
The essence of my self strains to remain
Fixed, and held by the mind in tense refrain.
Testing tenuous bonds, which failed before.

This fragile mind cannot outweigh the force
With which the heart would strive to soar above,
Should weathered tethers tear and let it love
Regardless of the past, without remorse.

The heart, oblivious, is hard to guide,
And instincts are confounded by its whims.
Its pounding drowning out all sense within
A head too stretched to keep these feelings tied.

But I will tie my heart with bonds of steel
And force it to conform if it should stray.
I will watch over, every night and day,
And guard what ever feelings I may feel.